One Ordinary Day
Three days have passed since more than half of the Princess Harem members, led by Hal, including Elise, Mai, Kirika, Swan Hilda, and Freya, set off for the Old Kingdom of Portland, Elise’s homeland. According to Elise’s travel plan, they should be arriving at Dorsen, a post town developed on the outskirts of the Great Forest Zone, around now. When they departed, Hal mentioned he would be escorting Baroness Clarina’s party as well, having accepted a request from the Princess Harem. I wonder if Clarina is also a beautiful girl?
My life as Alicia is quite monotonous, mainly shuttling between the Raymond Mansion and the Raymond Trading Company. However, I spend my free time visiting the Princess Harem’s base mansion, enjoying tea and conversation with those remaining: Ly, Dietlinde, Edele, and Tirna. These days are quite fulfilling.
Ly and I are the same age, but she carries a glamorous aura, befitting her reputation as the “Ice Flame Beauty” in the social circles of the former Waiyar Imperial Kingdom. Her abundant golden hair, styled in vertical rolls, cascades down like a golden waterfall, said to be an invitation to El Dorado, a paradise that men endlessly seek. It’s rumored that her ice-blue eyes, peeking through the strands, pierce men’s hearts. Recently, she seems to have polished her beauty even further. Furthermore, Ly’s impressive breasts, which are not an exaggeration to call voluptuous, are her most remarkable feature. Though my own chest is still developing, her presence is undeniably overwhelming. What’s more, it’s astonishing that they aren’t succumbing to gravity.
Dietlinde was discovered lifeless in a carriage that had fallen down a cliff when she first accompanied Hal and the Princess Harem on an adventure. I personally witnessed Hal’s miraculous power as she was revived by his “Resurrection Magic.” Dietlinde, a former royal of the Elf race, also possesses distinctive hair coloration. In her youth, it was merely silver, but due to the influence of her love for fire spirits, it developed a vibrant gradient from silver at the tips to sumac and then reddish-gold. Recently, however, it has become even more vividly colored, transitioning from silver to dandelion yellow and then crimson. She complains that her conspicuous hair makes her indispensable in her activities with the Princess Harem, requiring her to wear a hooded robe. She also had other physical characteristics too embarrassing to mention, but it’s surprising that they have all been improved now. Honestly, I was stunned when I saw the… thing near her crotch.
Edele is Swan Hilda’s cousin and a pure, high-ranking demonkin, descended from the Demon King’s lineage. They are supposed to be irreconcilable enemies of our human race, but I don’t know Edele’s appearance as a demonkin, so I don’t feel any aversion. She has a small, slender build and is a kind older sister who cherishes her cousin. Her strawberry-blonde hair is beautiful and complements her clear, blue eyes. When she first joined the Princess Harem, she handled all the household chores at the base mansion, but I hear she has recently started participating in adventures as well.
The last of the remaining members, Tirna, is the youngest at 13 years old. She was originally Ly’s head maid and is a hardworking and capable girl. When she first joined the Princess Harem, she had the appearance and speech of a beautiful young boy. However, her brown hair has grown out recently, making her look more like a beautiful girl. I once asked her about her boyish speech, and she explained that when she was first granted an audience with Princess Ly, the fourth princess of the former Waiyar Imperial Kingdom, in her private room at the palace, she was so nervous that her usual “boku” speech slipped out. Ly found it amusing and allowed her to continue using it. The food and sweets Tirna makes are first-class, and they have become a secret pleasure when I visit the base mansion.
“Welcome, Alicia.”
As I entered the living room on the first floor of the Princess Harem’s base mansion, familiar with the place, and was relaxing after handing over the documents Ly had requested, Tirna appeared.
“Hello, Tirna.”
“Tirna, could you prepare our tea?” Ly asked, sitting in a chair attached to the table, just like me.
“Understood, Ly,” Tirna replied.
Currently, the table in the living room is piled high with documents related to the former Waiyar Imperial Kingdom. Hal and the others are on their journey to the Old Kingdom of Portland, Elise’s homeland. Hal left instructions for Ly to prepare for a trip to the former Waiyar Imperial Kingdom before he departed.
“Ly, how is your work progressing?”
“The broad outline is decided, but the details are still to be worked out. And the documents you bring, Alicia, are very helpful.”
“That’s good to hear. By the way, I haven’t seen Dietlinde or Edele. Are they out?”
“Yes, Dietlinde took on a monster subjugation request in the wilderness to relieve stress, and Edele is accompanying her as a guard.”
“Just the two of them on a ‘subjugation request’… isn’t that dangerous?”
“Dietlinde is an Elf with excellent magic power, and also a skilled fire spirit mage, so monsters that appear in this vicinity are no match for her. Moreover, even if a magical beast approaches, Edele is an outstanding dual-wielding swordsman, so there should be no problem.”
“Is that so?”
“Actually, most recent adventures have been in forests or underground dungeons, places where fire is strictly prohibited, so Dietlinde hasn’t had the chance to use her fire spirit magic. That’s why she went out to blow off some steam… I understand.”
After a while, Tirna returned with an
Incidentally, my current official status is an exceptionally granted legal noble, a Viscountess. However, only Hal, who was simultaneously granted the title of First-Class Quasi-Noble, along with Daros, Lady Shakura, and the Princess Harem members, are aware of this. The death of my father, Viscount Rendol, was a shock, but I had a feeling it might happen.
A few days after meeting Emperor Henry, Prime Minister Gespel sent me the belongings I had to leave behind at the Rendol residence. Among them were my mother Sonia’s mementos, which made me very happy. It seems Prime Minister Gespel was being considerate towards me, as I had become Princess Elizabeth’s favorite.
Furthermore, Lady Shakura invited me shopping to celebrate my ennoblement, and I can only laugh how I have become even more of a clotheshorse than when I was a viscount’s daughter.
And, though it’s presumptuous, I have started receiving invitations to balls, sealed with the royal crest of the Espana Imperial Family. The sender is Princess Elizabeth, and I have replied that I will attend once Hal returns from his journey.
Currently, I am doing administrative work at a secretary’s desk in the executive office designated for Hal on the first floor of the Raymond Trading Company’s main building. I really wanted to accompany Hal, but I cannot be absent for about two months. While Hal’s absence means no new “Level 2 Slave” acquisition cases arise, I am responsible for the training and education of previously acquired “Level 2 Slaves” and other female slaves bought by other acquirers.
“Lady Alicia, I have a rather urgent favor to ask.”
The door to the office was knocked, “Ton, ton, ton,” and Gaspar entered. Gaspar is the person who valued me as a “Level 2 Slave” under my late father’s instructions when I was still Viscountess Rendol, and honestly, I dislike him.
“Master Gaspar, what is it…?”
“Today, an envoy from Baron O’Claire visited, stating that the Baron wishes to sell his two illegitimate sisters.”
“His illegitimate sisters…?”
“Normally, I or one of my subordinates would handle this, but… everyone has a packed schedule tomorrow and cannot move.”
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“Could you go and make the acquisition in our stead?”
“Unlike Hal, I have no experience…”
“Regarding ‘acquisition appraisals,’ you can calculate them by filling out the appraisal form, and I will also provide the upper limit for the purchase price. The Raymond Trading Company wishes to avoid a situation where we cannot respond to Baron O’Claire’s request to sell.”
“…But…”
“If it’s impossible for you, Lady Alicia, he mentioned he would approach the Bashle Company as another slave trader.”
“The Bashle Company?”
“That slave trader is known for their high purchase prices, but they train all acquired ‘Level 2 Slaves’ into sex slaves and sell them to the wealthy. It would be the end of the line for those sisters.”
“Th-that…! A-all right. I will visit Baron O’Claire tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Lady Alicia. I will bring the relevant documents later.”
And so, tomorrow I will be conducting an “acquisition appraisal” to purchase Baron O’Claire’s two illegitimate sisters. I, who was appraised and demoted to a “Level 2 Slave” about a year ago, am now in the position of appraiser… I am simply bewildered.
Later, I received a memo from Gaspar stating, “Tomorrow, past noon, an envoy from Baron O’Claire will come to the Raymond Trading Company by carriage to pick you up.”
First Job
The next morning, I, Alicia, chose an outfit that was more conscious of work attire than usual. A navy blue jacket with a high neckline, a knee-length tight skirt, white knee-high socks that reach above the knee, and black leather shoes – combat readiness complete. Then, I slung my favorite black crocodile leather bag over my shoulder.
My room at the Raymond Mansion is next to Hal’s private room. Recently, my belongings have increased, and I’ve also taken over the adjoining room on the other side. After getting dressed, I went to the dining hall and found Lady Shakura there.
“Good morning, Mother Shakura.”
“Good morning, Alicia. You look beautiful today too.”
While chatting with Lady Shakura, a maid brought the food. This morning’s breakfast was pancakes with plenty of maple syrup, soft-boiled eggs, a fresh green salad, and coffee.
Afterward, I went to the Raymond Trading Company, had an early morning meeting with Gaspar, and then quickly read through the received documents. Before I knew it, it was noon. I quickly ate lunch and waited for Baron O’Claire’s carriage.
“Ms. Alicia, the carriage from Baron O’Claire has arrived.”
“Thank you.”
While I was doing preparatory work for the acquisition negotiations at the secretary’s desk in Hal’s executive office, the office receptionist announced the arrival of the carriage. I quickly locked Hal’s office and headed to the entrance. A seasoned two-horse carriage was parked there.
“Are you the buyer? You’re a very young girl, but are you sure you’re capable?”
“My name is Alicia Garland. I have been fully entrusted by Gaspar, the ‘Head of Slave Acquisitions’ of this company, to handle this matter, so you needn’t worry.”
“…I see. Then please board the passenger carriage.”
“Thank you.”
The coachman of the escort carriage gave off a slightly yakuza-like air, though he was handsome. The escort carriage I boarded departed from Raymond Trading Company, passed through the commercial district, and headed towards a place near the downtown residential area where common citizens lived.
According to the coachman, it was Baron O’Claire’s legitimate wife, Berta, who insisted on making the illegitimate sisters Fallen Slaves. She strongly disliked them and refused to let them cross the threshold of Baron O’Claire’s residence, so negotiations for the slave purchase were to take place at their cheap apartment.
The carriage then arrived at the cheap apartment where the aforementioned sisters lived. The apartment building was a three-story brick structure, and while it looked decent from the outside, it was over a hundred years old and in disrepair.
As the escort carriage pulled up to the entrance of the apartment, a thin man who looked honest emerged from within. He had short brown hair, gaunt cheeks, and dark circles under his eyes. He wore a nobleman’s suit, but it was worn out and ill-fitting, reminding me of my late father.
“Pleased to meet you. I am Alicia Garland from Raymond Trading Company. Are you Baron O’Claire?”
“Hmph, I am Claude Constant von O’Claire, but are you sure you’re capable for a young girl like yourself?”
“Our company’s purchases are determined based on an assessment report, so there’s no need to worry.”
“Understood, understood. Then follow me.”
Baron O’Claire, though concerned about my appearance, eventually accepted and led me to the room where the sisters lived. From the outside, it was hard to tell, but the interior walls were grimy, the bricks on the stairs were worn down, and trash was scattered along the corridor walls. It was truly a sight fit for a beast’s den.
“This is the room. Please enter.”
Stopping in front of a room on the third floor of the cheap apartment, Baron O’Claire forced open the door, which had a loose doorknob, with a *clatter, clatter*, and *creeeeak*. The room inside seemed to be the living room, and the door at the back likely led to the bedroom. It appeared that the toilet, bath, and kitchen were shared facilities.
In the center of the room was a well-used wooden table that exuded a sense of lived-in comfort, with four chairs. Two of the chairs were occupied by girls with peach-colored hair, who were presumably the sisters to be sold.
The girl sitting in the chair on the right had fluffy peach-colored hair and was looking down, crying. I myself felt like the world was ending when I heard I was to be sold to a slave trader by my father, and she was likely in a similar state of mind. On the other hand, the girl sitting in the chair on the left, while also having peach-colored hair, had straight, silky hair and glared at me as if I were a snake. I understood her feelings all too well.
“Violet, Michelle, the slave trader has arrived. We’ll have her assess you immediately.”
As soon as we entered, Baron O’Claire introduced me not by name, but as a slave trader. It was disheartening, though understandable.
“…Y-yes…”
The girl on the right, who was crying with her head down, responded intermittently.
“…………”
The girl on the left remained silent, continuing to glare at me.
“Slave trader, the daughter on the right is the older sister, Violet Barrie, 15 years old, and the one on the left is the younger sister, Michelle Barrie, 14 years old. I apologize for the haste, but please begin.”
According to the documents Gaspar had prepared, their mother was Marina Barrie, Baron O’Claire’s concubine, but she had recently passed away from illness. They were introduced with their mother’s surname, Barrie, indicating that Baron O’Claire had not acknowledged them.
“Baron O’Claire, do you have a desired selling price?”
“For me, as long as these sisters are disposed of as Fallen Slaves, that’s all that matters… Well, then… I’d like 100 Platinum Coins per person (equivalent to 10 million yen).”
As this was my first slave purchase, I had received several assessment forms from Gaspar. These included a ‘Noblewoman’s Assessment’ which was used when I myself was assessed, an ‘Ojou-sama Assessment’ for the daughters of fallen wealthy families, a general ‘Town Girl Assessment,’ and, as a precaution, a ‘Country Girl Assessment’ for daughters of poor farmers sent to reduce mouths to feed. I was also explained that these assessment forms were for girls of marriageable age and were further categorized by age and gender.
Based on their appearance and demeanor, it seemed appropriate to assess them using the general ‘Town Girl Assessment’ rather than the ‘Noblewoman’s Assessment’. The case was simple enough that I might not have needed to come in person, but Gaspar probably factored in that the client was a nobleman of the Imperial Realm, a Baron.
Incidentally, the purchase price limit Gaspar had informed me of was 50 Platinum Coins (equivalent to 50 million yen) if they were deemed equivalent to noblewomen, 100 Gold Coins (equivalent to 10 million yen) if they were beautiful and lady-like, and 50 Gold Coins (equivalent to 5 million yen) if they were ordinary town girls. Therefore, it appeared I would need to negotiate the price with Baron O’Claire.
“Based on their appearance, it seems unlikely to reach your desired selling price, but I will do my best to assess them.”
“Is that so? If you’re trying to take advantage of me, I won’t forgive you!!”
“From what I’ve observed of Violet and Michelle from here, I can infer that they have not received any noble upbringing.”
“Y-yes, that’s true…”
“In that case, the assessment will be based on that of a common town girl. By the way, will the ‘Purchase Assessment’ be conducted here?”
“That is my intention.”
“The ‘Purchase Assessment’ requires a full body examination for any flaws, as well as confirmation of virginity. Ultimately, they will need to be completely undressed. I was thinking of conducting the assessment one by one in the adjacent bedroom. What do you say?”
“I have no objections, but naturally I will be present.”
“Understood. Shall we begin with the elder sister, Violet?”
“F-father… Please… D-don’t sell me… Don’t sell me!!”
As soon as I declared the start of the ‘Purchase Assessment’, Violet suddenly stood up from her chair and, while crying, clung to Baron O’Claire. It was a scene of lamentation I had witnessed before, and one I had acted out myself, bringing tears to my eyes.
“I won’t let anyone touch my sister!!”
Michelle then stood up as well, placed herself in front of me, and spread her arms wide.
“Fools! I, as the head of the O’Claire family, have decided to sell you. Violet, hurry to the bedroom!!”
“…Yes… Father…”
And so, Violet—shuffling her feet—went towards the bedroom at a snail’s pace, and I followed Baron O’Claire.
3. Violet ① △
Inside the bedroom, there was a built-in bed with a folded futon lying on it. It seemed they had been sleeping here together as a family. On the bedside table were an empty medicine bottle, likely used by their deceased mother, and some cheap hair accessories, scattered about. Looking out the window, only the wall of the adjacent building was visible. Being a cheap apartment, it couldn’t be helped, but there was no sunlight coming in, making the bedroom dim even during the day, and it felt somewhat damp.
As I, Alicia, surveyed the bedroom, Violet, who had entered before me, stood in the center of the room. Baron O’Claire, who had entered with me, was already sitting on the edge of the bed, while Michelle remained seated in the living room chair, glaring at me. I closed the door with a *creak* and *clatter*.
“Um… Slave Trader… Sir, what should I do…?”
Violet asked, looking up at me. She seemed pitifully frightened, so I needed to start by helping her relax.
“First, please sit on the edge of the bed. Let’s talk for a bit.”
“……Yes……”
“Also, I would prefer if you called me Alicia, not Slave Trader…”
“A-Alicia… Ma’am.”
I took another look at Violet’s appearance. She was 15 years old, the same age as me, slightly shorter than me, and her fluffy peach-colored hair reached her shoulder blades.
“What beautiful peach-colored hair.”
“This… it runs in the family from Mother, and it’s my pride…”
“……I see…”
Her large eyes were blue, and perhaps from crying so much earlier, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. Her nose was small, and her cheeks had light freckles scattered across them, along with a few pimples. She was wearing a slightly faded sky-blue Dress, with a white apron tied around her waist. A green ribbon was laced across the front of the Dress from her chest to her abdomen, as if to cinch the waist. Looking down, the hem of the Dress reached her ankles, and she wore wooden shoes.
“Violet, please let me touch your head.”
I stroked Violet’s head, checking the condition of her hair and scalp. Her hair ends seemed a bit split and damaged, but her scalp showed no signs of fleas or head lice, so she passed. Also, since she could hold a conversation, her intelligence and communication skills seemed to be fine.
“Violet, can you read these characters?”
“I can’t read letters!”
I showed her the ‘Town Girl’ assessment form, but she couldn’t read it.
“What is that lying on the floor by the wall?”
“That’s a nut that Michelle picked up in a nearby park, I think.”
To check Violet’s eyesight, I pointed to a nut lying on the floor by the wall, and she answered correctly, so that was fine. In this way, I assessed Violet in her clothing according to the assessment form.
“Hey, slave trader! What’s the current assessed value?”
Suddenly, Baron O’Claire asked about the current purchase price.
“Hmm… Roughly calculated, it’s about 15 Gold Coins at the moment.”
“Slave trader, isn’t that too cheap!?”
“15 Gold Coins while clothed is quite reasonable, isn’t it? For example, a scrawny girl sold by poor farmers to reduce mouths to feed wouldn’t even reach 1 Gold Coin by the end of the assessment.”
“Still, to think that one daughter isn’t even worth 1 Gold Coin is exorbitant profit!”
“That’s because there are costs for food and education after purchase. Selling them as they are would only fetch a pittance. By the way, Baron O’Claire, from here on, it will be necessary for Violet to undress. What do you intend to do?”
“Of course, continue!!”
“…Understood. Then Violet, please take off your clothes.”
“Father… Alicia… Please. I beg you. Please relent.”
As expected, Baron O’Claire wouldn’t stop me at this stage either. I also felt embarrassed and sad when Gaspar told me to do so during my own ‘Purchase Assessment’. Violet covered her chest with both arms and glares at me. Truthfully, I don’t want to do this either, but if she were bought by a wicked slave trader like Bashle Company, Violet would surely be ‘Slave Trained’ as a sex slave. I have no choice but to somehow conclude the purchase negotiations…
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“Violet… this is the last time, so bear with me.”
“…Haa… haa… haa…”
After stopping the caress to her clitoris glans, I spoke to Violet, who was still breathing heavily, and then hooked my fingertips onto her labia majora, spreading them apart with a soft, yielding sound. Violet’s most intimate parts were stretched wide by my fingertips, significantly different from their initial state. While the swelling of her pubic mound and the state of her pubic hair remained unchanged, a bright red, erect bean-like clitoris appeared at the beginning of her labial cleft. As her labia majora were spread, her labia minora also parted, revealing her urethra opening and vagina opening. Since the vagina opening seemed to be positioned above the middle of her secret crack, I wondered if this girl would be best suited for missionary position.
The inside of her labia majora was covered in clear, sticky love juice, and her vagina opening was also thoroughly wet. Violet seemed to possess a strong ability to constrict her vagina opening. From here, I needed to follow Hal’s caresses to loosen her vagina opening, as it seemed impossible to observe her hymen without doing so. It had been quite strenuous work to bring a girl to a state where one could insert their penis through caressing them myself. I truly admired Hal’s foreplay.
I touched Violet’s vagina opening with the index finger of my right hand and inserted it with a squishing sound. Once the first joint of my index finger was inside Violet’s vagina opening, I pressed and expanded her vaginal wall, and also stimulated her by inserting and withdrawing my finger. As her vagina opening gradually loosened, I inserted my middle finger to further expand it.
“…Ah… Aaahhh! …Ngh… Aaaahhh…”
“Shall we be done soon?”
Finally, I placed my fingertips on her vagina opening and widened her vaginal cavity. At long last, the existence of her hymen was confirmed. By this time, Violet had already fainted, likely from shame. Meanwhile, Baron O’Claire’s eyes were bloodshot, and his crotch bulged through his trousers, forming a tent.
“Baron O’Claire, Violet’s assessment is complete. Her hymen has been confirmed, so Raymond Trading Company will purchase her for 30 gold coins (equivalent to 3 million yen). What do you say?”
“…, Ah… Sorry…, That would be fine.”
And so, Violet, the illegitimate daughter of Baron O’Claire, became a slave named Violet, a “Level 2 Slave” owned by Raymond Trading Company. Afterward, Violet, who had been brought to her senses by a smelling salts I gave her, left the bedroom dejected by the conclusion of the sales contract. Her younger sister, Michelle, then entered the bedroom in her place. For the record, Violet was wearing the standard slave garment. The shackles were planned to be put on when we returned to Raymond Trading Company.
Still, assessing humans as slaves was a job that brought a certain sense of pleasure, but also a feeling of loss, as if something had been lost. I secretly vowed to discipline Violet back into a lady-like state and make an effort to have her purchased by a suitable customer.
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5. Michelle ①
I, Alicia, am undertaking the task of slave acquisition for the first time at Gaspar’s request, a job usually handled by Hal. The prospective buyer is Baron O’Claire, and I have been tasked with assessing and purchasing his illegitimate daughters, Violet Vari and Michelle Vari.
Following the assessment evaluation form for “Town Girls,” I reached an agreement with Baron O’Claire to purchase his elder daughter, Violet, for 30 gold coins (equivalent to 3 million yen). I immediately drafted the slave sales contract and paid the 30 gold coins on the spot. As slave traders treat people as commodities, and according to Gaspar’s instructions that emotional problems often arise from delays, I hastily concluded the transaction.
Violet, the “Level 2 Slave,” is wearing the slave garment prescribed by the Slave Merchant Guild, just as I did. The fabric is thin, with minimal material to cover the body, and the hem only reaches mid-thigh. Furthermore, undergarments are not permitted, leaving her crotch area exposed. She frequently tries to hide
I examine Michelle’s body in her clothes, confirming her physique. As expected, I find plump breasts on Michelle, but the details are obscured by the ruffles sewn into her dress shirt.
“U-Ugh! Don’t touch me!!”
When I touch her, Michelle twists and tries to escape, but Baron O’Claire is watching, so she can’t get away. Her cheeks flush red with shame, and tears well up in her eyes. It seems Michelle is more sensitive than her older sister, Violet. I fill out the assessment and evaluation form for “Townswoman.” If it were just for her appearance, I would have wanted to use the form for “Noblewoman,” but she hasn’t received the education required of a noblewoman, so there’s nothing I can do.
“Slave trader, what’s the current buyout price?”
“Let’s see… perhaps 25 platinum coins (equivalent to 2.5 million yen)?”
“That’s more than Violet, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s correct. Shall we continue with the assessment in a nude state?”
“Of course! Go ahead!!”
“Understood. I’m sorry, Michelle… please take off your clothes.”
“I won’t get in the way, so you can just undress her.”
“…Alright, Michelle. I’ll undress you.”
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6. Michelle ② △
Baron O’Claire asked for the buyout price while I kept her clothes on. When I answered with 25 platinum coins, he asked for an evaluation in a nude state, as expected. I instructed Michelle to take off her clothes, but she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and told me to undress her. This girl is quite rebellious, unlike her obedient older sister, Violet.
I approach Michelle, hunch over, lift her right leg, and take off her red leather shoes, followed by her white socks. Her cute, small feet are revealed, and it looks like her toenails are painted. She probably dyed them with wild flowers that grow nearby. Then I remove her left sock and shoe in the same way, and Michelle is barefoot. Her legs, revealed at that moment, are long and slender, and despite her somewhat problematic personality, a beautiful naked body can be expected. Originally, as a woman, I had no interest in women undressing, but after witnessing the scenes of noble princesses in “Princess Harem” undressing with shame on their faces, I seem to have developed a taste for that.
I look up at Michelle’s face, and she closes her eyes, enduring it. Perhaps she has a surprisingly cute personality. Next is the crimson one-piece dress.
First, I decide to untie the obi that cinches her waist to emphasize her curves. The ends of the obi are tied in a bow, so it’s easy to untie, and the obi slips to the floor with a “shururu” sound. I touch her abdomen over the one-piece dress to check the condition of her belly and waist.
“Stop it! It tickles! No, no, no!!”
As expected, Michelle seems to be highly sensitive. The buttons on her abdomen are purely decorative and don’t need to be removed. There’s no opening in the back either, so I can just take it off. This one-piece dress seems to be designed to be worn with a dress shirt, and the neckline is cut boldly.
I grab the shoulder straps of the one-piece dress and spread them to the sides, then slide them off her shoulders. Then, I pull her arms out of the dress and slowly lower it. As I lowered the dress, I stroked her sides and flanks, causing Michelle to squirm repeatedly. Come to think of it, her face is flushed red, and her breathing is somewhat heavy.
“Haa… haa… Ah! …Haa… Aaah!!”
The crimson one-piece dress is also removed by my hands. Michelle is now wearing a pure white dress shirt from her upper body to the middle of her thighs. Her legs, extending from the hem of the dress shirt, are long and slender, exuding a healthy eroticism.
“Father… If you undress me any further, you’ll truly regret it…”
Suddenly, Michelle opens her closed eyes and bravely glares at Baron O’Claire, issuing an ultimatum.
“Baron O’Claire…”
I look up at Baron O’Claire, seeking his instructions.
“Slave trader, don’t mind us, continue!”
I give a slight nod and resume undressing her. The dress shirt opens in the front and is fastened with five buttons, hidden by sewn-in ruffles. I unbutton them one by one from the bottom. After unbuttoning two buttons, her drawers occasionally peek out from the gap. The drawers she’s wearing as underwear are also primarily white, but they appear to be a high-quality item with layers of lace sewn on and trimmed with pink lace.
Furthermore, after unbuttoning four buttons, her chest occasionally became visible. Her chest is wrapped in cloth, and her abundant breasts appear to be tightly bound. When I remove the last button, her collarbone, her cloth-covered chest, her well-toned waist, her cute navel, and the bulge of her lower abdomen are visible from the opening of the dress shirt. Her crotch area is hidden by her drawers, but no abnormalities are observed at this point.
“You have a beautiful body…”
“…”
Michelle’s exposed skin is flushed red with shame and feels hot. I unbutton the cuffs of her dress shirt and take it off. Now, Michelle is only wearing the cloth hiding her breasts and the drawers hiding her private parts in the crotch area.
“You’re beautiful, Michelle… There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Slave trader, you don’t know anything…”
Michelle is babbling something, but it’s time for her to accept her fate. I untie the knot of the cloth hiding her breasts and loosen it all at once. Then, the cloth unravels with a “shururu” sound, and something falls out with a “botari.”
“Huh?! This… this is a chest pad!?”
To my surprise, Michelle’s breasts were fake, augmented with chest pads! If not, I should have been able to confirm the unnaturalness even through her clothes, but the tightly bound cloth and the dress shirt with abundant ruffles had masked it.
Michelle’s chest is barely enlarged, and her areolas and nipples are small. Her secondary sexual characteristics are delayed, or she is in a childlike state.
“Don’t worry, Michelle… there are gentlemen who prefer small breasts…”
“…”
I offer a word of comfort, or rather, advice, and she glares at me again. Meanwhile, Baron O’Claire, who thought his daughter had abundant breasts but discovered she actually had small ones, is holding his head.
“If you think so, then try touching my drawers!!”
Michelle, with only one piece of clothing left, perhaps out of desperation, tells me to touch her private parts. I can’t afford to be defeated here, so I decide to do as she requested.
“Alright. I’ll touch them as you requested.”
I approach Michelle, crouch down, and hesitantly touch her drawers. I expect to feel the slit there before me.
“…, Huh?! N-No way!!”
“Do you understand now? Slave trader.”
To my surprise, I feel a bulge through her drawers, not the sunken slit of her private parts. At this point, I recall Dietlinde’s “Quality Check” in “Princess Harem.” At that time, I visited the “Princess Harem” base mansion due to an urgent matter, and I was in the midst of Dietlinde’s “Quality Check.” The shock of suddenly seeing her penis is unforgettable.
Dietlinde was androgynous at that time, but is she like that too? I have a very bad feeling, but this is my job, so there’s nothing I can do. I untie the suspender straps of her drawers and pull them down all at once.
And what I saw there…
“A-A penis?! A-Are you a boy!?”
“It looks like I’ve been found out… Father… How do you feel knowing my secret?”
“N-No way! You were a boy…”
“My mother feared for my life, so she raised me as a girl. After all, the legitimate wife Berta only has half-sister Sylvia… Well? Do you regret letting me go? If you’re going to cancel the purchase, buy back my sister too.”
“Baron O’Claire, concealing one’s gender is a breach of contract. However, if it’s a purchase evaluation in clothes, I can overlook that I didn’t know and buy her. As for buying Violet back, there will be a penalty, so you’ll need 33 platinum coins for the repurchase.”
“…F-Fine. Following the slave trader’s advice, please take Michelle for the evaluated price of 25 platinum coins in her clothes.”
Baron O’Claire, head bowed, reluctantly agreed to sell Michelle with a pained expression. Michelle would have been the sole male heir of the Baron O’Claire family, but because her father was adopted, she had no choice but to be disposed of as a “Level 2 slave” under the orders of the legitimate wife. Thus, the sales contract for Michelle was finalized, and I purchased Michelle as a girl for 25 platinum coins (equivalent to 2.5 million yen). The story would be that when the Raymond Trading Company conducted its acceptance inspection, it was discovered that she was actually a boy.
As I was leaving, I looked at Baron O’Claire and saw that he seemed to have aged significantly.
Baron O’Claire’s family’s two-horse carriage drove me back to Raymond Trading Company, and I was able to return safely. Inside the carriage, Violet and Michelle, dressed in slave garments and wearing shackles, sat silently in front of me. It’s actually against the rules to have slaves sit with me, but this much is within my discretion.
Incidentally, both of them were covering their crotch areas with their palms in the carriage, hiding their genitals. While I could tolerate Violet’s female genitalia, I had no desire to see Michelle’s penis.
Upon arriving at Raymond Trading Company, I immediately reported the situation to Gaspar and obtained permission for the sisters’ treatment. I decided to retrain them rigorously.
And then, six months later, Violet and Michelle, who had acquired basic manners, were successfully sold together to a certain baron for 10 platinum coins (equivalent to 10 million yen). This baronial house was on the verge of extinction due to a lack of heirs. Normally, such information would not easily leak to the outside, but because I had been granted the title of Viscountess, I was able to access the noble directory in the House of Peers, which allowed me to make such arrangements.
Thinking about it this way, the mistake of buying them with the wrong gender turned out to be convenient because I was an inexperienced amateur.
“Violet, and Michelle. This is as far as I can go. Do your best.”
“Thank you so much for everything, Alicia-sama. We will never forget your kindness.”
I watched them depart, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 16.5 “Alicia V” – Even a Maiden Walks and Meets a Maiden, and a Falling Maiden Clings. △ is now complete.
Episode 17 “Shera” is scheduled for posting from midnight on June 18th.
